1Cademy - (۴) حکایت آن طفل که با مادر ببازار آمد و گم شد / (4) The Tale of the Child Who Came to the Market with His Mother and Was Lost

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Elahi Nameh

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(۴) حکایت آن طفل که با مادر ببازار آمد و گم شد / (4) The Tale of the Child Who Came to the Market with His Mother and Was Lost

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زنی آورد طفلی را ببازار
ز مادر گم شد و بگریست بسیار

زمانی خاک بر سر زود می ریخت
زمانی اشک خون آلود می ریخت

چو می دیدند غرق خون و خاکش
بترسیدند از بیم هلاکش

بدو گفتند مادر را چه نامست
بگو، گفتا ندانم کوکدامست

بدو گفتند بس دیوانهٔ تو
کجاست آخر، نگوئی، خانهٔ تو؟

چنین گفت آن بچه افتاده گمراه
که یک ذره نیم زان خانه آگاه

بدو گفتند نام آن محلت
بگو تا فارغ آئی زین مذلت

چنین گفت او که پر دردست جانم
که نام آن محلت هم ندانم

بدو گفتند پس با تو چه سازیم
که تو می سوزی و ما می گدازیم

چنین گفت او که من سرگشتهٔ راه
نیم از مادر و از نامش آگاه

محلت می ندانم خانه هم نیز
بجز مادر نمی دانم دگر چیز

من این دانم چنین در مانده بی کس
که اینجا مادرم می باید و بس

من این دانم که پر خونست جانم
که مادر بایدم دیگر ندانم

اگر تو مرد صاحب درد گردی
حریم وصل را در خورد گردی

ولی چون تو ننوشی خون علی الحق
نه بینی در جهان مطلوب مطلق

ولی تو تو نهٔ تو عکس اوئی
ازان تو هم جمیل و هم نکوئی

اگرچه تو نکوئی ای نکوبین
چو تو عکسی، نهٔ خود، آن او بین

به بین احوال خود تا بر چه سانست
نه نیکوئی تو، او نیکونهانست

تو خود را منگر و این جان و تن را
نهاد او نگر نه خویشتن را

English translation

A woman brought a child to the market; He was lost from his mother and wept greatly. At times he would quickly throw dust upon his head; At times he would shed blood-stained tears. When they saw him drowned in blood and dust, They feared for his destruction. They said to him, 'What is your mother's name? Tell us.' He said, 'I do not know who she is.' They said to him, 'You are indeed mad! Where, after all, is your home? Will you not say?' The child, who had gone astray, replied: 'I am not aware of that house even a tiny bit.' They said to him, 'Tell us the name of that neighborhood, So that you may be freed from this misery.' He said, 'My soul is full of pain, For I do not even know the name of that neighborhood.' They said to him, 'Then what shall we do with you, For you are burning and we are melting with pity?' He said, 'I am bewildered on the path; I am not aware of my mother or her name. I do not know the neighborhood, nor the house either; Except for my mother, I know nothing else. All I know, being thus helpless and alone, Is that only my mother is needed here, and that is all. All I know is that my soul is filled with blood, That I need my mother, and I know nothing else.' If you become a person of spiritual pain, You will become worthy of the sanctuary of union. But as long as you do not drink blood in truth, You will not see the Absolute Beloved in the world. Yet you are not yourself; you are His reflection, For that reason, you are both beautiful and good. Although you are good, O you who see the good, Since you are a reflection, and not yourself, see that which is His. Behold your own state, how it is: It is not you who are good; He is the hidden Good. Look not at yourself, nor at this soul and body; Behold His essence, not your own self.

Updated 2026-07-03

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